In the warm and spacious room, the white-haired girl leaned against the bed, her blue eyes filled with exhaustion, eyelids covering half of her pupils.
The fair skin on her neck bore mottled red marks, making it obvious what had happened earlier.
The girl was named Lu Weizhu; she was engaged in a job that couldn’t see the light of day—no, perhaps this couldn’t even be called a job?
Going against proper morals, becoming a rich person’s lover, existing as a substitute and being kept with money—this kind of thing was truly humiliating.
“You did well; the money will be transferred to your card. You can go back now. I have a guest to meet later.”
On one side of the bedroom, the woman’s flat voice carried a hint of pleasure as she turned her back to the girl, leaving only a tall silhouette.
The woman was named Bai Lu, Lu Weizhu’s sugar mommy, and also the daughter of A City’s richest man, a young president.
“Mm… okay, President. Thank you. I’ll leave first.”
Getting out of bed and straightening her clothes, Lu Weizhu’s voice was somewhat muffled.
Having done this job for a year, the girl roughly understood how to please her sugar mommy.
Be tactful, don’t ask about things you shouldn’t, and offer some care when necessary—that was enough.
Putting on her washed-out cloth shoes, Lu Weizhu dragged her weary body away.
Her legs were weak, her body still somewhat hot; she smoothed her messy hair and clothes, then tactfully left the apartment.
…
“So tired… how much longer until this ends?”
Leaving the room and arriving at the apartment hallway, Lu Weizhu’s steps were unsteady.
She hated herself for obtaining money this way; she didn’t want to continue, yet due to some irresistible factors, she had to do work she disliked.
Her parents had died early; she dropped out of high school to work and support her only younger sister’s education. Just as life was improving, her sister was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
The young girl couldn’t bear the outcome of losing her last relative.
“Once Weiyu’s illness is cured, I can stop continuing.”
Squinting slightly, the exhausted girl went downstairs.
Having not slept all night, her mental state was poor; while going down, she bumped into an innocent passerby.
“I’m sorry, excuse me.”
After hastily apologizing, she continued walking unsteadily, completely unaware of who she had collided with.
“…”
Behind Lu Weizhu, another white-haired girl pinched her chin thoughtfully.
After hesitating for a moment, she followed Lu Weizhu from not too far or too close.
…
Arriving at the community’s underground parking garage, Lu Weizhu approached the car her sugar mommy had lent her.
Just as she was about to pull open the car door, she saw a figure behind her in the reflection of the window.
“…Is there something wrong?”
Her action of pulling the door handle paused; Lu Weizhu turned her head.
Upon clearly seeing the person’s face, Lu Weizhu instantly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
A height eight centimeters taller than herself, the same hair and eye color, and an eighty percent similar face—Lu Weizhu easily associated it with someone who shouldn’t appear here.
Her sugar mommy’s white moonlight, Ning Wan; in fact, she was precisely Ning Wan’s substitute, a replacement for her sugar mommy to vent on during Ning Wan’s time studying abroad.
When the real one appeared before the fake, exhaustion instantly vanished, leaving only tension.
“Ah… ah…”
Stuttering, facing the real one, Lu Weizhu couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
“Ning… Miss Ning.”
After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a decent sentence.
“You’re Lu Weizhu, the toy that Bai Lu keeps?”
Opening with unmasked sharp provocation, yet Lu Weizhu couldn’t say a word in rebuttal.
Did she have the ability or necessity to rebut? Wasn’t she just a toy?
Lu Weizhu had a clear understanding of this, and that understanding made her feel pain and despair.
“I…”
Unable to breathe, Lu Weizhu backed down.
Pulling open the car door, Lu Weizhu didn’t dare exchange more with Ning Wan.
“Why are you running?”
Just before getting in the car, her wrist was grabbed; her malnourished body lacked strength and was easily pulled in front of Ning Wan.
The slender wrist was excessively bony; one hand grabbing the wrist, the other grabbing the shoulder—with a slight exertion, Ning Wan pushed Lu Weizhu onto the car hood.
“Pretentious.”
Frowning, Ning Wan’s evaluation was exceptionally sharp.
“…”
Lu Weizhu couldn’t speak; she just swallowed.
In her eyes, Ning Wan and Bai Lu were the original pair; she was just a third party interfering in their relationship. Shame and guilt prevented her from having any thoughts of resistance.
“Miss Ning, please let go of me.”
Not wanting more interaction, Lu Weizhu tried her best to calm herself.
“Heh.”
All she got was a cold laugh.
Pressing her body closer, pinching Lu Weizhu’s chin, Ning Wan examined the girl’s face.
She had returned to the country precisely because she heard her childhood friend had found someone to act as her substitute; without a doubt, she was born with hatred toward Lu Weizhu.
But for some reason, looking at this face that was eighty percent similar to her own, Ning Wan didn’t hate as much.
“Mm, please behave yourself.”
Lu Weizhu turned her head; in a world without men, it wasn’t appropriate for women to be this close.
“Behave? Who are you telling to behave? Miss Lu, or should I call you little third more appropriately.”
Raising an eyebrow, Ning Wan was very dissatisfied with Lu Weizhu’s words.
Proud as she was, she wouldn’t accept being criticized by someone she saw as a low-class person.
Her grip grew stronger, almost crushing Lu Weizhu’s wrist bone.
The intense pain slightly twisted Lu Weizhu’s face.
Admiring this face, so similar to her own younger self, showing an expression of pain, Ning Wan felt an emotion called glee.
“Let… let go… Miss Ning…”
The severe pain in her hand made Lu Weizhu beg for mercy incessantly.
But Ning Wan obviously wouldn’t easily forgive someone she saw as a little third.
She reached out and gently stroked the girl’s face, feeling the soft touch from her fingertips; then, she slapped with full force.
With a crisp slap, a red palm print appeared on Lu Weizhu’s right cheek, shocking to the eye.
Her head turned from one side to the other; Lu Weizhu’s ears constantly rang with the buzzing of a swarm of bees.
Dazed from the slap, Lu Weizhu opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
“Slut, little third.”
Temporarily losing her hearing, she couldn’t hear what Ning Wan said, but just by reading the lips, Lu Weizhu already understood Ning Wan’s meaning.
“Waste.”
Ning Wan released her hand; Lu Weizhu’s body slid down along the car until she slumped on the ground. The coldness of the cement floor made Lu Weizhu’s consciousness slightly clearer.
“I’m telling you, listen well. For the sake of this face of yours, I can let bygones be bygones, but you are not allowed to see Bai Lu again. Otherwise, I’ll send you to sink in the sea.”
Standing beside Lu Weizhu, Ning Wan looked down condescendingly at the red mark on Lu Weizhu’s face.
“Cough… cough cough… I understand…”
Her teeth had broken the oral mucosa; spots of bloody taste spread in her mouth.
Coughing twice, Lu Weizhu supported herself on the car and slowly stood up.
She no longer dared to use the car her sugar mommy had lent her; she just walked past Ning Wan, head down, not daring to look at the girl who resembled her so much.
Her wrist ached faintly; Lu Weizhu didn’t look back and fled in disgrace.
In her first meeting with Ning Wan, she naturally became the weaker party.
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